Belle Adams' Butler
Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~
Follower- Part 2
When Lucas had arrived at the Adams' mansion he had thought it was the bad luck that had driven him there but he now understood it wasn't luck but it was destiny. Lucas and Belle were destined to be with each other even afterlife and death. One wouldn't exist without another and if one existed, then the other would exist as a law of nature.
Though he had not seen the scene and had only heard it, he could tell that Greed had killed her mercilessly and then killed him.
"I love clues!" responded Greed with excitement, his eyes looking bright and staring down at Lucas.
"Who gives you orders to kill?"
"Hmm, that is no clue it is a question," said Greed, as he helped himself in sitting down on the branch on his heels, "You seem very curious about me and my work. The Thirteenth Grim who never shows himself, why?"
Lucas twirled his scythe that was in his hand that created wind in the atmosphere, "Your answer will give you the clues."